time flies when you're not paying attention...

it's not that i forget i have a blog. really. i think of it often. nowadays it's more in terms of remembering when i used to blog, pondering when i found the time to blog, wishing that i felt compelled to blog, wondering if i'll ever blog again... it's not that i haven't tried. really. i have NINETEEN draft blogs in my folder. it's just that i start... but never finish. which, let's face it, up until recently, was somewhat of a tragic trend in my life.

it's been a whirlwind of a year. i took seven classes in a single semester to finally finish my B.A. degree ... while working ... and mommying... and breaking up with my on again/off again boyfriend who, despite my constant attempts to push him away, never gave up in his relentless pursuit of my heart and so, i got married. or rather, remarried. went on a fabulous honeymoon, bought a cute little house (one block over from my former cute little house so that my former husband could have it and we could all live in the same neighborhood because that's how we roll) and consequently, have become the queen of the run-on sentence. my baby started kindergarten and plays baseball while my former-babyfaced little girl is now a snaggletoothed second grader who is a cheerleader, ballerina, tap dancer and baton twirler and would be a girl scout, too, if only i'd let her squeeze it into her schedule.

my co-worker (you know, because i also unexpectedly got a "real" job) mentioned her blog. "oh! i have a blog!", i exclaimed. or at least i used to.... i login to make sure it's still here. and it is. and it all comes back to me. every entry. every word. every late night that i sat and typed with tears dripping onto the keyboard. my whole life story compacted in to a few tattered years of online entries... and i'm reminded that i do have a story to tell. only, it's no longer my story. it's the one that He is writing.

and what comes to mind are these natasha bedingfield lyrics:

No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten


  1. Yes, time flies! It's good to see that you are making time to blog. I haven't been to mine in ages. I always say, "I'm going to blog about" this or that, but I never make time to.


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